Qian Renxue, Dark Angel!

Battle Through the Heavens Plane, Central Plains.

Deep within a gloomy and eerie canyon.

The sun never reached this place, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and malevolent energy.

Spirit Hall, Human Hall!

BOOM!

Suddenly, the figure of Qian Renxue slammed heavily into the plaza at the center of the canyon.

The violent spatial fluctuations instantly shattered the soul tool she used for her disguise.

Following a flicker of light, the gentle and refined Crown Prince Xue Qinghe vanished.

In his place stood a breathtakingly beautiful woman with golden hair, skin as white as snow, and six pristine, glowing wings unfurled behind her!

Six-Winged Angel, Qian Renxue!

Oh no, my disguise is broken!

As soon as she landed, before she could even survey her surroundings, Qian Renxue realized the change in her body and turned deathly pale.

But what filled her with even greater despair was the sight that met her eyes when she looked up.

Surrounding her stood hundreds of Spirit Hall protectors, clad in black robes and wielding soul-snatching chains!

On the high platform of the plaza, an old man in blood-red robes, wreathed in countless vengeful spirits and ghosts, stared at her with the gaze of a man looking at a priceless treasure!

It was none other than the deputy hall master of the Spirit Hall branch, Old Ghost Zhaixing.

"Hehehehe—"

Old Ghost Zhaixing let out a scalp-tingling, strange laugh. "Who would have thought a celestial beauty would fall from the sky, and one carrying such a rich aura of light?"

"If this pure soul were offered to the Hall Master, it would surely be a great merit!"

Feeling the hundreds of evil gazes fixed upon her, Qian Renxue forced down the fear in her heart. The Holy Sword appeared in her hand, and the six wings behind her snapped open, erupting with a brilliant holy light. "I am the successor of the Angel God!"

"Evil creature, accept purifi—ah!"

Before she could finish her sentence, Old Ghost Zhaixing waved his hand. A massive black ghost hand materialized out of thin air and swatted Qian Renxue into the ground as if she were a mere mosquito!

"A god?"

Old Ghost Zhaixing took a single step, appearing instantly before Qian Renxue. A withered claw clamped around her slender neck, lifting her into the air. "In the Central Plains, only those who have reached that legendary realm dare to call themselves gods."

"Do you really think this pathetic sliver of light energy makes you a god?"

"However—"

As he spoke, Old Ghost Zhaixing flicked his scarlet tongue over his lips. His other hand grabbed one of the white wings on Qian Renxue's back. "These wings look quite beautiful, and they contain quite a bit of essence of light."

"It just so happens that my Ten Thousand Soul Banner is lacking a bright ornament."

RIP!!

The next second, a teeth-grinding sound of tearing flesh echoed through the air.

"AHHH!!!"

Qian Renxue let out a shrill, miserable scream, her entire body convulsing in agony.

Old Ghost Zhaixing had forcibly ripped one of her angel wings from her back, skin and flesh alike!

Golden blood sprayed everywhere!

"Tsk tsk, such pure blood."

Old Ghost Zhaixing tossed the twitching wing to his subordinate. "Take it and refine it."

"As for this woman—"

He looked at Qian Renxue, who was on the verge of fainting from the pain, and said with a twisted expression, "We'll keep the remaining five wings and tear them off slowly."

"One a day. I'll use a secret technique to make them grow back, then tear them off again—"

"This endless supply of essence of light is a potent tonic!"

Meanwhile, back on the Douluo Continent, everyone watching this scene collapsed in horror.

Spirit Hall, Consecration Hall.

"Xue'er!!!"

The Great Consecrator Qian Daoliu spat a mouthful of blood directly onto the Angel Statue.

That was his granddaughter!

She was his only hope, the future Angel God!

Yet now, she was having her wings ripped off like someone plucking feathers from a chicken?

And they planned to tear off one every single day?

Treating her like a renewable crop to be harvested?

"Devils, how dare you! My Xue'er!!"

Qian Daoliu had gone mad. He attacked the light screen frantically, but it was completely futile.

On the other side, in the Heaven Dou Empire palace.

After seeing the Crown Prince transform into a woman on the light screen, Emperor Xue Ye was left completely stunned.

"The Crown Prince is a woman?"

"She is from Spirit Hall?!"

"To think she has been lurking by my side for so many years—"

At the thought of this, Emperor Xue Ye felt the world spinning around him.

Yet, as he watched the miserable sight of Qian Renxue's wings being torn off, he felt not a shred of hatred in his heart, only a deep sense of pity.

"Regardless of who she is—"

"In the face of this high-dimensional world, whether it is the Crown Prince or anyone else, they are nothing but powerless mortals."

"They are all ants—"

Meanwhile, in the Battle Through the Heavens Plane.

Central Plains, Human Hall plaza.

Piercing screams echoed through the air. Qian Renxue was drenched in blood, her once sacred and inviolable golden palace attire already shattered, revealing large patches of snow-white skin stained with gore.

She lay prone on the cold stone floor, golden blood gushing like a fountain from the wounds on her back.

Where there had once been a flawless, snow-white angel wing, there was now only a hideous, bloody hole, the limb having been ripped out by the root.

"Kill me! If you have the guts, then kill me—"

Qian Renxue raised her head, her golden pupils—once filled with arrogance—now bloodshot.

She glared fixedly at the devilish old man before her, her voice dripping with hatred.

She was the Young Master of Spirit Hall, the future Angel God; she would rather die than suffer such humiliation!

"Kill you?"

Old Ghost Zhaixing toyed with the still-twitching white wing in his hand, greedily sniffing the lingering aura of light at its tip before flashing a perverted grin. "Hehehe, wouldn't that be a waste?"

"Such a pure constitution of light is a rarity in the Central Plains. If I just killed you, you'd be nothing more than a corpse."

"I've suddenly thought of a much more amusing method."

Old Ghost Zhaixing casually tossed the wing into his mouth, crunching down on it before laughing coldly. "What a load of crap, 'light.' It's the most hypocritical thing of all."

"If I could turn light into darkness, don't you think that would be interesting?"

"Let me think... a light angel, a dark angel. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not bad."

Before his words had even faded, Old Ghost Zhaixing suddenly raised his withered, claw-like hand and swiped at the void!

"Ten Thousand Soul Devouring Array, rise!"

BOOM!

In an instant, the entire canyon began to tremble.

Not only that, but the ground surrounding the plaza began to crack, and countless streaks of ink-black baleful energy erupted into the sky!

Following the appearance of this baleful energy, thousands upon thousands of twisted, ghastly ghosts shrieked as they lunged toward Qian Renxue in the center of the plaza!

"No, stay away!"

Seeing this, Qian Renxue's face filled with terror. She screamed desperately, attempting to summon the Angelic Holy Light to dispel these evil spirits.

However, in this headquarters of the Soul Hall, which was saturated with evil power, her holy light was like a candle in the wind, extinguished and swallowed by the darkness in a single instant!

"AHHH!!!"

Soon, the dense swarm of ghosts submerged Qian Renxue. Black resentment surged frantically into her body through her seven orifices and pores, eroding her martial soul and her soul itself.

"Light? Sacred?"

On the other side, Old Ghost Zhaixing hovered in mid-air, watching the figure rolling and struggling within the black mist as he coldly cast one strange black rune after another. "Hehehe—"

"Turn black for me!!!"